First Light of a New Age

Chapter 67: Upcoming Threat

Austronesia Empire, Imperial Majahapit, New Papua Guinea, Jayapura Pupua, Jayapuya Mining Complex

1st Year of God, Thursday, 2nd Week, Month Of Abraham.

“Heal!”

Glows of radiant lights lit up the interior of the emergency trauma tentage as a group of elves used their magic to heal the wounds of the injured soldiers.

Meanwhile, medical personnel worked fervently on the wounded as they were carried out from the dungeon in an almost endless stream. Soldiers carrying stretchers were directed to different tents, each designated for varying degrees of injury, with the medics hastily scribbling medical lingo on the foreheads of the wounded.

Odysseus had immediately mobilized some of the elves to the scene when he saw the disastrous action inside the dungeon, knowing that the standby team of medical staff alone was not enough to handle all the casualties.

The miners and workers all also abandoned their work and helped transport the wounded to the medical area set up for treatment, while Colonel Ciaphas organized the rescue and medical teams. The men of Platoon 2, who had been battling the Evolved Silver Land Dragon, had suffered one form of injury or another and most of it severe, while the two sections from Platoon 3 who were sent to reinforce the fight against the dragon also suffered heavy casualties

Platoon 4 of Alpha Company were deployed to help medevac the wounded out of the dungeon while Platoon 1 remained above ground as security for the mining complex. Odysseus could be seen running between the medical tents, casting major healing spells on the more critically wounded to stabilize their conditions.

Nearly an hour later, five half-tracks, with two bearing the red cross on their sides and the others in dark navy gray, rumbled into the mining complex, bringing additional medical staff and supplies to assist with the treatment of the injured.

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Austronesia Empire, Imperial Majarlika, Metro Manila, Malacanang Palace, Quezon Room

1st Year of God, Thursday, 2nd Week, Month Of Abraham.

"Your Majesty."

Amelia, an officer from the Austronesia Constabulary's Intelligence Division, barged into the grand Quezon Room without so much as a knock.

"What's the matter?" Emperor Maximo, seated alone before his computer, looked up, knowing the IDAC rarely contacted him in person unless something serious had happened.

"Alpha Company has taken heavy casualties in the dungeon just minutes ago," she reported. "And that's not all."

"How bad?" Maximo asked back. "Is medical support in place?"

"Platoon 2 and half of Platoon 3 is effectively rendered non-combat capable," she replied grimly, "That's almost 4% of the Alpha Company's fighting strength. Colonel Ciaphas Cahyono was on-site, and had already used his authority to mobilize all available medical support over to the mines."

“Understood. And the other issue?” 

Amelia hesitated. "...You need to see this," she said, gesturing for the Emperor to follow her.

"What is it?" Maximo asked, rising from his desk and following her out of his office. They walked briskly through the Palace's halls.

"Just two hours before Alpha Company's incident, Team Charlie, one of the Special Operatives we sent into the outside world had reported activity within the Orcs' homeland," Amelia explained as they entered another room filled with an array of television screens. "We launched one of our remaining satellites to monitor the situation, and this just came in." She turned to a staff member. "Bring the satellite feed on display 2," she instructed, and the technician quickly complied, tapping on his keyboard.